Have you ever had the joy of working with one of those ‘wonderful’ people who, the moment you see them some distance down the hallway looming towards you, make you think, “Nope! Not going that way,” right before you turn sharply and head for the rickety stairway?
Continue readingAnd I don’t mean mustard. There’s a weird piece of crud on the floor that looks like either a Rice Krispy or a turd from a mouse. These things are not interchangeable–tasty marshmallow treats made from mouse excrement are not very enjoyable.
It makes you look ugly. And don’t talk into your watch. It makes you look crazy. What else?
Against all odds, I met him once, Horatio. A fellow of fashionable vests, but not so much like Yancy. He has bored me with his stack of a thousand rhymes, and now how bored my imagination is. Wait. Why me talkin’ ’bout dis guy? Oh, for because dat guy gives plastic bags to them who is homeless.
Or, pokey people in general. They are usually in front of me at the grocery store checkout, arguing with the cashier about the expiry date on a coupon and the prices in the weekly flyer for the items they did not get. They got something different, but the sale price should apply because of reasons. Insane, totally irrational reasons.
Inside Doug's Head 